Decades have gone by, but it seems like five minutes ago. Beth was her name. I was a horrible kisser. She didn't hate me afterward. We were so young I think she just rolled with it. A few weeks when by and it was like it never happened. I danced with her years later, but she didn't remember my name. I still felt bad about it.

When I met her at a class reunion many years later, she turned out to be unbelievably ugly and corpulent, so I stopped feeling bad about it and just moved on.

ahhh.... its been years since my first kiss...... and to tell you the truth i hated it....... i ended up kissing someone cheating on me and i found out 3-4 hours late making out with some other dude =/

It was summer during a 1 week long festival that I went with about 25 school friends, including the girl I had a crush for a while now. We all had tents to sleep there at night and a lot of alcohol to drink, I was 16 years old. As the week was going, we were all having fun and I got a bit closer to the girl, but she left after 2 days. So I continued to hang out with my friends. On the last day of the festival, there was a big concert and the girl came back but I couldn't talk to her because of the crowd. When we got back to our cars, where we had the tents, I was drunk and I slipped and cut my hand with a open glass bottle that was on the ground. So I just sat in the grass with my hand bleeding and I'm not sure what I was trying but she came and sat next to me...we talked...got closer...and we kissed. Short after her friends were caller her because she was going back to her house and myself and the boys were sleeping in tents.
A bit of a long story but that's my first kiss.